Mother to Son

Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me aren’t been a crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, and splinters, and boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor -- Bear. But all the timeI’ve been a-climbing' on, And reaching' landing’s, and turning' corners, and sometimes going' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps'Cause you find it's kinder hard? Don't you fall now --For I’ve still going', honey, I’ve still climbing', and life for me isn’t been no crystal stair.